Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Young Marble Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.